Delay

The last day at work for a while. Never say never, eh? The farewell email was wittily crafted and was sent winging its way out. Long and loud were the lamentations! 
So it was out for a glass of fizz, as is only right and proper. Then packing to be done and word arrived that DrP, sadly departed of Shandon had happily arrived back at Shandon. The boys were summoned to attend and sup which we duly did, and we found him hale and hearty, but he's got motor neurone disease and the signs are all there, poor guy; not an enviable prospect to put it mildly. 
Anyway, we even made it to the Sample Room to hear the Sunshine Delay. Cracking, as ever.